Arena Of Concealment Songtext / Lyric

The image of the world I live in

Born into to fall into oblivion

Is the huge arena of illusion and deceit

Nothing's real

Not a thing curtain call and the show starts

Commonness and self-leceration against the unceasing

Lape of redemption - Clowns

The masters of disguise

Are man's prototype my fear of the future increases

This arena is crowded with clowns

Curtain call and the show starts

Just one tear releases a violent river